I was talking to a bird in the middle of the roadnIt was crying blood into my handsnI’m talking to this birdnI don’t think you’ve got no troublesnHey small, Little broken birdnHe looks like the smile of a girl I once knewnBird smile tricks hidden in the cheeksnAnd sparkle in the eyesnAnd sparkle in the cheeks same thingnLittle broken birdnSo sing me something likenThe birds used to do, pleasenWhen they swim into the wind blownA whisper or something, but blow blow blow blownBroken bird, broken birdnBlow blow blow broken birdnBlow blow blow broken birdnI recognize you everywhere you gonnI was talking to a bird in the middle of the roadnThe tears go stronger, like red snow in the eyesnAnd the feathers are red and nobody in the eyesnCome back to me little birdnI keep talking to a bird in the middle of the roadnI put it on my pocket inside of my jacketnPut it on my pocket inside of my jacketnI keep on walking’ on the roadnBroken bird in the middle of the roadnBroken bird in the middle of the roadnAnd the rain when I ask myselfnWhat’s happened to this little broken bird?nAnd I feel something strange under my shoesnWhen I look at this strange shoe’s thingnI found a broken egg full of bloodnCut feathers stuck on my footnnThere’s a broken bird in the middle of the roadnThere’s a broken bird in the middle of the roadnInside of my pocket into my jacketnInside of my pocket into my jacketnThere’s a broken birdnThere’s a broken bird under my shoesnThere’s a broken bird under my shoesnYeah, broken birdnBroken birdnThere’s a broken bird under my shoesnThere’s a broken bird in the middle of the road